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A little prince, not quite like the others
  Hello, I am a little boy who only sees right with his heart...
Which doesn't make my parent's daily life any easier. So I'm blind and different (mentally speaking).




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This blog was born in french during autumn 2003 and is now progressively being translated in your language.

New articles will therefore appear on a regular basis.


... my apologies to the people who hadn't understood this yet, all articles on this website are created and written by myself (his dad).

Lou is currently unable to do it,, just like he is to this day unable to grasp the concept of a "computer", "internet", or to focus for a long period of time on a conversation. Only time will tell us if we manage to integrate him completely in the world in which he lives.

Therefore all stories, despite relating actual facts, are obviously biased by my interpretation of his behavior. But having known him for over five years, I don't think I'm getting it wrong.

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Many thanks to Marco Pappalardo et Laetitia Bouet for the translation.


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monday 16 may 2005

94. Fire !

feuAnother thing I love about the house in the Ardennes is the huge fireplace.
Even if I can't see it, I love walking from the couch towards the fire and stopping right before the hearth (... under close scrutiny from my parents). I then carefully extend my little hands, slightly lean forward, and turn my head sideways to feel the warmth on my cheeks. It looks like I'm listening to the fire. Which I also do. I was even probably initially attracted to the fire because of the noise. A noisy heatsource ... now there's something strange and interesting. Unlike radiators or gas heaters, you can really a fire live !
As a matter of fact that's precisely why I love the radiator in my room in the country house (note : it's never properly drained!). It constantly sounds like a small stream. I even learned to operate the valve so I can make it stop or, on the contrary, let it run.
By Luc Boland :: lundi 16 mai 2005 at 09:36 :: Day by day :: #113 :: rss

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Hello my little Loulou! I missed your last post but it sure looks like you made a lot of new friends! I'm glad you have so much fun at the country house. Makes me wish I were there to feel the fireplace with you. Hugs and kisses sweetheart! Love you!

lundi 16 mai 2005 at 18:19, comment from stephie :: email :: site :: #

G'day my little mate, I still love sitting in front of an open fire, listening to the crackle of the flames, hear the wood falling into coals, the smell of smoke. When I was younger I used to stand in front of the fire with my back to it, and sometimes just lift my long skirt a little, so I could feel the warmth on the back of my legs. Snuggle up and enjoy Lou, xoxoxox

mardi 17 mai 2005 at 10:53, comment from vegemiterules :: email :: site :: #

Hello Lou, I loved the fire when I was a child also. Actually, I still love sitting near a fire; the smell, the warmth, the sounds are all amazing. Have a wonderful day.

mardi 17 mai 2005 at 12:59, comment from Melonie :: email :: site :: #

Hello Lou. I came to visit via Vegemites site. Sounds like you are having fun in the country house and there is nothing more cozy then sitting by an open fire feeling its warmth.

I will be back to see what your next adventure is soon.

mardi 17 mai 2005 at 23:46, comment from Christine :: site :: #

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